PS: The cool plot is coming. Look at the faces of some two great talents!

What, a monthly pass?

"The sound of pulp and the shadow of the lights are ten miles, and the singer plays the turbid waves."

The Qinhuai River in the sound of oars and lights seems to be full of rich and hungry fat powder gas since it got this name, full of fragrant and ambiguous taste. Ten miles of Qinhuai, historically it is a famous hometown of merry.

The Qinhuai River in Nanjing City originates from Tongji Gate, but it is beautiful in Confucius Temple. The water here is not clean, some are black, and in terms of the river water alone, it is not related to beauty. But it can be beautiful somehow between the Confucius Temple, Deyue Platform, Wende Bridge, Shiba Street, Wuyi Lane, Zhuque Bridge, Qinhuai House and the long corridor. The houses and restaurants on both sides of the strait are one after another, the wharves are one after another, the morning bell and dusk drums, and the voices of people are noisy. Although it is said that he is poor and rich in martial arts, how many of the scholars who can come to Nanjing Gongyuan to take the exam are the same as Fan Jin? Even if the family background is average, it is necessary to have a poor family and a rich road, bring more money, and make friends with seniors of the same year, so that they can be connected in the future, watch and help each other, and fight against differences. This group of rich and idle literati who have completed the eight-share exam have always pretended to be merry and talented, and once they are idle, they can imagine their idle hearts.

The sound of pulp and light shadows, the smoke and mist, and the pink walls and green tiles are irresistible temptations. On the one hand, there is a man with money in his waist and pretentiousness, and on the other hand, a woman who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and a woman who locks Chunshan between her eyebrows, and the next can be imagined. Countless stories have been born.

The ancients said that the gold powder of the six dynasties, ten miles of Qinhuai. Almost all of it is concentrated here. The river is no more than 20 meters wide, and the bridges are one after the other. The green buildings of one by one, whenever the lights are on, there are scenes of people on the moon after dusk. The sound of singing and dancing is endless, and the sound of poetry and singing is continuous.

Compared with such a place, the Lichun Courtyard where Wei Xiaobao grew up is the gap between a roadside stall and a five-star hotel.

On the south bank of the Qinhuai River, a small and delicate red building hangs a plaque of Meixiang Building. On a painting boat in the middle of the river, the lights are bright, and a group of gorgeously dressed and personable scholars are read. Shake the folding fan. We are waiting for the beautiful lady to come.

This extremely delicately decorated painting boat can accommodate thirty or forty people, and it is the best place to visit Qinhuai at night. The boatmen on the boat are all selected sturdy men. Cleaned up neatly. The neat green cloth trousers have a very wide strap around the waist. The legs are tied with floral cloth.

"Brother Nian, I wonder if I can have the fate to see a beautiful woman today?"

Hou Fangyu, a talented man from Shangqiu, Henan, shook his folding fan with anticipation in his eyes. From time to time, I glanced at the curtains behind the glass windows upstairs with the corner of my eye.

Since the day he arrived in Nanjing, Hou Fangyu has been living in the Confucius Temple, and he has been with the Fushe (the anti-Qing literary group in the late Ming Dynasty, why do you think something is wrong?) The people who have been restored, have they resisted the Qing Dynasty? Friends Chen Dingsheng, Wu Ciwei and other poems drinking, often sigh to themselves, "Reading in a different place, fame is not achieved, the hometown is far away, the situation is difficult to find, and the good fate has not been concluded." "I wander in this gold cave every day, but fortunately, with the gold and silver given by Zuo Liangyu, I can naturally spend a lot of money.

As the saying goes, my sister loves money and loves pretty, and Hou Fangyu happened to respond to several conditions of the so-called Pan Donkey Deng Xiaoxian of Ximen Qingda. Rich, leisure, status, and fame, how can such a good young man not become famous on the Qinhuai River?

On this day, Hou Fangyu and his friend Yang Longyou came here, and the sisters of Qia Qinglou were holding a box party (the prostitution custom of Nanjing in the Ming Dynasty, held around the Qingming Festival every year, and the competition of those who were excellent in color and art played and sang for several days), during which a woman Li Xiangjun was outstanding, and Hou Fangyu fell in love at first sight.

That Yang Longyou is a person who has been fighting on the Qinhuai River for a long time and is used to helping idle, so he tried his best to match when he saw the clues.

At this time, Hou Fangyu was twenty-one years old, and his father Hou Sui was the head of the household department, although he was in prison at this time, he was the Donglin Party (patriotic political group in the late Ming Dynasty?). One of the leaders was revered by the Jiangnan scholars. And Hou Fangyu himself is also the backbone of the Restoration Society, and his poems have become famous all over the world, one of the so-called four sons of the Restoration Society. (Huh?) It seems that there is no good result in what it is called or whatever. Everyone makes up for it on their own. ）

Li Xiangjun earns a little age, is 16 years old, born gentle and slender, like a shy body, short body, jade skin, handsome and tactful, "Rong can fall geese, look able to be ashamed of flowers" is the most beautiful period of time for a woman in the dust.

Li Xiangjun, who was listed as one of the eight Yans of Qinhuai by later generations, had already been famous on both sides of Qinhuai at this time because of her excellent color and art and outstanding temperament.

Although Hou Fangyu has Zuo Liangyu to pay for him, he can't afford such an expense. So, I came up with a workaround.

Today, it is to invite Qian Qianyi, a predecessor of Donglin, to come and sing poems and harmony with all the beauties on the Qinhuai River, and also to take off a famous thing to go down the river.

"Brother Nian, please rest assured, with my understanding of Li Jizhi, his mother is quite chivalrous, and he can be described as a promise. Since he agreed to sing peace with Qian Shilang's poetry, he will definitely attend. ”

Yang Longyou, who once painted a portrait of Li Xiangjun with a wonderful pen Danqing, and named her "Xiangjun" with the words "Lan has a national fragrance, and people are flattering" in "Zuo Biography", naturally knows a lot about the mother and daughter.

While talking, the sound of a hole flute on the upper floor floated down, and the two looked up, only to see that between the buildings, the silhouette of a beautiful woman was making Xiao in the building, and the sound of the flute was like the wind roaring in the clouds. The person who made Xiao was Li Xiangjun who was dressing up, Hou Fangyu saw the beauty in front of him, and emotionally untied the fan pendant he was wearing and threw it at Lu, the fan pendant crossed the window screen and fell into Xiangjun's arms.

"Good! Good! Brother Nian is really good! ”

"Why did Brother Yang say that? The student was in a state of mood for a while, and he was annoyed by the abrupt beauty, why did Brother Yang praise it loudly? ”

"Brother Hou doesn't know, this Miss Li, because of her petite and delicate figure, is loved as a fragrant fan pendant, today Brother Hou gave a fan pendant, isn't it just a good name for a beautiful woman?"

Xiangjun's face was flushed and he smiled shyly. And standing on the side, Li Zhenli, a twenty-four-year-old mother at this time (I saw something wrong again!) Then he took Xiangjun's ice gauze sweat towel, took a bunch of cherries from the ice tray from the coffee table with glass plates on the side, and wrapped the cherries with the sweat towel. Throw it downstairs.

This scene caused a cheer from many people around Hou Fangyu, and the beauty favored it, not to mention a string of cherries wrapped in a sweat towel, even if a stone was dropped, it should be put away as a treasure.

"Brother Shi is really a young talent. It can make beautiful women so favored. ”

Qian Qianyi, who was surrounded by more than a dozen Xiajiang talents in front of the painting boat like the stars holding the moon, twisted his combed beard with his hands, and couldn't help praising Hou Fangyu with a smile on his old face.

After a while, Li Xiangjun was dressed neatly, and accompanied by Li Zhenli and a few maids, she came down from the upstairs shyly and timidly, and came to the door like a weak wind supporting a willow.

Qian Qianyi, Hou Fangyu, Yang Longyou and others couldn't help but light up in front of them. The gesture is to come forward to greet you.

"Is this where Li Xiangjun and Miss Li's boudoir are located?"

Several horses galloped forward. The rider at the head grabbed the reins of the horse and jumped off the horse, walked a few steps in front of Li Zhenli, and saluted with both hands into fists.

"Don't you dare, my lord?"

Li Zhenli was polite to the comer. A pair of eyes looked up and down at the visitor. She does business on this river. There are countless people of all colors every day. has also cultivated a pair of fiery eyes, what kind of person can be known at a glance. Those people are scholars, and those people are eunuchs. Those are high-rollers, and those are wealthy businessmen.

However, these people in front of them are completely different.

People are like tigers and horses, like dragons.

These six words are her evaluation of the knights in front of her. Not to mention the beautiful wool and tall skeleton of the war horse, that is, the saddle on the horseback is by no means something that ordinary people can buy. What's more, these knights in front of them were openly walking in the market with swords and swords, and some of them were carrying short firearms on their backs. On the chest hangs an ochre-red cowhide sac.

And these people do not have the arrogance and rudeness of the wealthy slaves common in Nanjing City, but between the eyebrows and demeanor, you can see a strong murderous aura, the kind of murderous aura that only people who have survived a hundred battles.

"This, I don't know what you call it?"

Seeing that the man who came to order his subordinates took a few brocade pouches from the saddle, opened them and saw that there were more than a dozen large eastern pearls inside, as well as emeralds, lapis lazuli, jadeite and other things, which were full of colors, and suddenly the brilliant lights on the river became eclipsed.

"The name of my generation is not worth mentioning, my lord has admired Miss Xiangjun for a long time, and today I came to visit and ordered us to offer some meager things to Miss Xiangjun for a moment."

The person who came said it politely, but there was no doubt in his tone.

As he spoke, a name card was handed to Li Zhenli.

Li Zhenli also had time to take the heavy prayer post, and stretched out a pair of hands next to her to grab the worship post.

"Toot! You rough martial artist, don't you know that this river has always been a place where scholars and beauties talk about poetry and painting, and play the flute? You and other people who only know how to use knives and swords, so they have to go to places like Lichun Garden! This kind of place is also something you can come to?! ”

With Qian Qianyi, the former waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and Hou Fangyu present, Yang Longyou's waist was very hard, and he couldn't think of anyone in this Nanjing City who could afford to offend the head of Donglin and the son of Fushe at the same time? Dare to provoke the huge force behind them?

After a hasty glance at the post, Yang Longyou threw the post to the ground, "Don't wait for Mr. to speak, those who know each other should leave quickly!" ”

Li Zhenli could see clearly under the light, and the humble and polite expression of the person who came suddenly became hideous, but in the blink of an eye, it was much calmer.

"You, pick up my lord's prayer note for me, and go back with me to make amends to my lord. The lord is drinking with some distinguished guests today, and you will not be punished with capital sin. ”

"Go!" Hearing this, not only Yang Longyou laughed, but also Hou Fangyu, who was cleaning up his clothes and preparing to win the favor of Li Xiangjun and others, also let out a burst of contemptuous laughter.

What are the nobles in this Nanjing city, who don't know what to do? Which official has such a group of rednecks in his family?

"Smack!" Yang Longyou stepped forward and knocked the man's shoulder with the folding fan in his hand, making a metallic sound, hearing this sound, Li Zhenli screamed in her heart that it was not good! The person who came was wearing a brocade robe on the outside but on the inside!

"Tell your master, and those distinguished guests. Let's just say that the master hit you today. Now I want to match a few seniors and swim in Qinhuai on the same Chinese New Year's Eve, and if there is something, I will come to this river to find me! ”

Yang Longyou still had such a fearless tone, and Hou Fangyu, Qian Qianyi and others behind him just shook their folding fans and watched this scene with a smile.

"Cangchangchang!" One of the riders drew his waist knife and was about to attack, but was stopped by the man in charge. "In the city of Nanjing. You can't make a mistake! Go back and tell the lord that someone here is rude! ”

A few boatmen propped up the penny in their hands, and the painting boat slowly left the dock, looking at the bluestone paved streets, a few galloping figures, Qian Qianyi's heart suddenly moved.

"Brother Yang, have you ever seen clearly who is written on the name of the person who came?"

"Back to Mr. Muzhai, I just saw that this group of rough people actually dared to be abrupt and beautiful, and the students were angry for a while, and they didn't see it clearly. It seems to be written what Wei Ru worshipped. What kind of adult Mr. Nan Zhili calls this name? ”

Yang Longyou laughed dryly.

Qian Qianyi couldn't laugh a little. With these two words in his mouth, he vaguely remembered that he had seen them there, but he couldn't remember them in his eagerness.

"It's a great time." A person from the Restoration Society excitedly pointed to the scenery on the Qinhuai River, "Usually there are boats here. The sound of the silk strings is staggered. Although there is no shortage of good works. However, there are times when the ears are messy, but today we are stained with the light of Miss Xiangjun, and this place is so clean today!"

Really. On the Qinhuai River, there are usually painted boats and boats that cover almost the entire river, all kinds of seven boards, but at this time, I don't know where the road has gone.

A gust of wind with a few shouts came from the shore.

"Cao Gang is doing things, and there are distinguished guests here! Acquaintances all let out the river! ”

Dozens of men in Tsing Yi, waving short knives and iron rulers, kept shouting and shouting on both sides of the strait.

Hearing this sound, several boatmen on the boat stopped the bamboo artemisia in their hands.

"The boat in the river is not yet on the side! Can't you hear us? ”

"Lai Yuantou! I'm Bai Lao Wu, this is Meixianglou Xiangjun's boat, Nima's, you guys who have been hung by a fart, don't look at whose boat it is? ”

The captain of the boatmen replied nonchalantly to the questions from the shore, and in his opinion, it must have been the case that some of the big men in the gang were going to invite some nobleman to the river to drink and listen to music.

"Mei Xianglou's ship!? Ha Lu Ha! What the helper is looking for is Mei Xianglou's boat! Stop, don't move! The leader of the Cao gang on the shore, who was called the head of the Lai Yuan, shouted with a bit of ecstasy.

Hearing that the master was looking for Mei Xianglou's boat, Bai Lao Wu didn't dare to move. With his identity, he was thrown into the Yangtze River to plant lotus flowers by the gang leader with three knives and six holes, but I am afraid that no one dares to come out and say a word.

In the cabin, a group of young and old talents heard this conversation clearly, and the official dialect of Nanjing was so loud that they couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Li Zhenli frowned, and looked at Yang Longyou, who was already trembling like a cold powder at this time, with hateful eyes. Something that is not enough to achieve and more to lose! If you hadn't ruined someone's name, with our entertainment skills, we would have dealt with it anyway, so why this embarrassing situation at this time?

Who are the Cao Gang? A group of rangers! Because of the transportation of grain, the government turned a blind eye to many of their actions. If they are annoyed and angry, they will make trouble, and use some means to do business on the Qinhuai River?

Li Zhenli has seen Feng Menglong's three words and two beats, in which the story of the oil seller monopolizing the Oiran is the story of their industry practitioners, and she is most impressed. In it, the Oiran lady was taken to the boat of the West Lake by the young master of the official eunuch by barbaric means, stripped off her shoes and socks and thrown on the shore, this episode impressed her the most.

"No matter how many sons and grandsons you make in the past, it will be useless at this time!"

Bai Lao Wu hurriedly commanded his subordinates to stop the painting boat in the middle of the river, threw down the iron anchor, put down the penny in his hand, and waited for the Cao Gang boss and the distinguished guests they were going to feast.

A group of lanterns and torches galloped from the direction of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies, and hundreds of sturdy men in green cloth trousers led the way, shouting and scolding incessantly, signaling the people on both sides of the road to get out of the way.

Which of the people who make a living on the Qinhuai River is not eyebrow-clear? Seeing such a faction, he had already stood in the shadow of the lamp, dodged the road, and waited to watch the play.

Behind hundreds of Cao gang men, the hooves roared, and it was actually four or five hundred cavalry, galloping along both banks of the Qinhuai River, crossing the Wende Bridge, and the two teams of cavalry staggered through, firmly locking the Wende Bridge and the Zhuque Bridge. Seeing that the river between the two bridges was controlled, an order was given from the cavalry ranks, and the two teams of cavalry turned their horses' heads and stood proudly against the river.

As the cavalry blocked the road, nearly a thousand infantry rumbled, and the sound of armor and equipment clashing was endless, but not a word was uttered. Seeing that the GIs had arrived, the small shops that usually opened their doors to do business closed their doors and closed their panels one after another, leaving a crack in the door to watch the movement outside.

More than 1,000 soldiers were deployed along the road that the cavalry had just rushed through, and four Franc cannons were erected on two stone bridges. The muzzle of the black hole pointed at the lonely boat in the middle of the river.

"Not good!"

Seeing the movements of this group of sergeants, Qian Qianyi was annoyed and couldn't stop beating his forehead with the folding fan drawn by Wang Mian, one of the four families of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Brother Yang, you've caused a big disaster!"

"Mr. Makisai, save me!"

Seeing this style, Yang Longyou knew that something was wrong, and he knew that he was afraid that he had inadvertently offended a certain bigwig in Nanjing City in order to make a scene for Hou Fangyu, but looking at this style, I was afraid that the noble officials in Nanjing City had never had such a strong team.

"What you threw into the muddy water, that's Li Weiru's name! With his vicious methods against scholars, brother, you should ask for more blessings! ”

"Li Weiru? The one who recently canonized Ning Yuanbo? It is said that several Jiannu princes were destroyed in the first war? Decapitation of tens of thousands? When Li Xiangjun heard this, not only did he not panic, but he was a little excited. (To be continued......)